Or he was near a mile awa',
She heard his weir-horse sneeze;
"Mend up the fire, my fause brother,105
It's nae come to my knees."
O whan he lighted at the yeat,
She heard his bridle ring:
"Mend up the fire, my fause brother;
It's far yet frae my chin.110
"Mend up the fire to me, brother,
Mend up the fire to me;
For I see him comin' hard and fast,
Will soon men't up for thee.
"O gin my hands had been loose, Willy,115
Sae hard as they are boun',
I wadd hae turn'd me frae the gleed,
And casten out your young son."
"O I'll gar burn for you, Maisry,
Your father and your mother;120
And I'll gar burn for you, Maisry,
Your sister and your brother;
"And I'll gar burn for you, Maisry,
The chief o' a' your kin;
And the last bonfire that I come to,125
Mysell I will cast in."
v. [41]. See preface to Clerk Saunders, p. 319.